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Leaving her alone was a no-can-do. Not with her dark thoughts about going back to her father. Even though she was injured, I also didn’t trust her not to make a break for it. I didn’t want to give her that opportunity. Not at all.

“Look, I should have kept my hands to myself,” I said, “But I don’t regret it. You’re fucking sexy as hell and amazing in bed. But I’m not supposed to sleep with people I’m protecting. I never have before.”

“Sure.” She clearly didn’t believe me, and I didn’t know how to put out the fire without betraying myself. Something I wasn’t willing to do. No way, no how.

“You don’t have to believe me. But know it’s true. You’re the first one I’ve never lost myself with.” Earlier she’d asked if she was my first. And she hadn’t been for that. For riding me. But she was absolutely the first ward I’d ever slept with.

“Great.” She sounded angry, still. The sweet scent of shower gel—something coconut and lime—filled my nose. “Now leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

She snorted. “The hell you can’t. You think I’m going to run and jump out the window with a freaking ankle I can’t walk on? How much of a head start do you think I’d get?” But even as she said it, I could hear her thoughts. She was wondering if she could get away.

“I can’t take any chances.” Reasonable enough excuse. And she couldn’t really argue, given her current thoughts. Not convincingly, at least.

“Fine. Stay then.”

I sighed as she scrubbed herself down, her thoughts intent on ridding every touch of mine, every scent that might linger, every bit of evidence we’d fucked. But not because she was truly angry. I’d hurt her. I’d hurt her feelings, and she was upset at me. I had no doubt when she cooled off, she’d be less upset.

Hell, I had no doubt when she cooled off, we’d wind up in the sack again, because even now her fingers played over her clit, memories of touching it as I fucked her filling her mind and making her breath hitch.

“Ready for round two?” I asked.

“Fuck, yes.” She shut the water off, and I grabbed a towel, a smile on my lips, and excitement humming in my blood. It was going to be a long night. A fucking amazing night for both of us. I’d make sure of it.

“I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow,” she whispered.

The hairs on my arms stood on end.

I’d fucking give it my all.

11

Luna

Iopened my eyes as the first light of dawn began to streak across the skies, chasing away the darkness. Warmth pressed to my back, and I realized I was in bed with the dragon. The dragon who’d never even told me his name. Not that it mattered. These moments would be fleeting. What we’d share would be brief, and it wasn’t the first time I’d been with a man whose name I didn’t know.

I took stock of my body, my heartbeat kicking up at the pleasant soreness echoing through my being. The guy knew exactly what to do to make my body sing. He knew exactly how much I could take, what I liked, what I didn’t like, what I needed, and craved. He somehow had the mainline on all the darkest, dirtiest fantasies I’d never shared with anyone.

It was like he could freaking read my mind or something.

I rolled my hurt ankle a bit. He’d demanded I keep it iced all day yesterday and I had. Every moment not spent having sex I’d kept it iced. And it seemed to have done the trick. My ankle didn’t even hurt anymore.

There was a bit of stiffness, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

I carefully disengaged from the dragon, glancing at him over my shoulder. He didn’t really stir, and I noticed all the harshness in his features disappeared when he slept. There was an almost a handsome, boyish look to him while he slept.

With slow, careful motions, I slipped toward the edge of the bed and off it, careful not to disturb him. I didn’t want him to wake up and catch me trying to escape. With trembling fingers, I pulled on a sports bra and a tee-shirt from the pile he’d offered me yesterday. I found some clean panties in the stack and a dark set of athletic pants that would let me move easily and began to dress.

I watched him sleep as I dressed, silently begging him not to wake up. Yesterday had been fantastic. We’d spent all day in bed, for the most part, learning every inch of each other and just losing ourselves in pleasure. All his attention had been on me, and now I hoped for the opposite.

Fully dressed, I pulled on one of my shoes and began to tie the laces. He stirred a bit, and I froze in place, staring down at my shoe, hunkered down close to the floor. But he didn’t seem to wake up, so I kept going. I pulled on my other shoe and tied it before standing up and slipping toward the door.

“And here I thought I’d be making you breakfast in bed.” Easy humor colored his voice, but I caught the hint of steel underneath.

With my hand on the doorknob, I stopped dead in place.Damnit. I’d really hoped to get out and get away before he woke up. Turning to face him, I thought on my feet. “Of course I’m going to make you breakfast in bed.”

His eyes narrowed, and I knew he knew I was lying to him. I needed to get better at lying.

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